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The Wilde Flowers Songtext
von Opeth

Opeth - The Wilde Flowers
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Sun hangs high, I turn away
Failure underground
Heart is sick and fever is high
Waiting for a sound

Like a trail of insects to me
I watch them from afar
Feeding, breeding, scheming
Tell me I am wrong

Hiding from discovery
Staring down into the ground
Had they seen the posion in me
A tide of spite wound be found

Moving faster lingering gaze
Feasting on my sanity
A grain of sand against endless waves
A wish for the slaughter of conformity

Blinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre
Blinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed

Blinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre
Blinding light as the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre

Blinding light and the flames grow higher
Searing skin on a funeral pyre
Should I speak and they'll call me a liar
I'll retreat to my funeral pyre

My sanctuary, a thousand centuries
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting
I'm not waiting
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Album Sorceress (2016)

Opeth
  1. 1.
  2. 2.
    Sorceress
  3. 3.
    The Wilde Flowers
  4. 4.
    Will o the Wisp
  5. 5.
    Chrysalis
  6. 6.
    Sorceress 2
  7. 7.
    The Seventh Sojourn
  8. 8.
    Strange Brew
  9. 9.
  10. 10.
    Era
  11. 11.
    Persephone (Slight Return)
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